Stop Shutting Me Out

Lanie

I rolled over in bed, looking for Andrew’s warmth.

But it wasn’t there.

Groggy, I sat up and blinked. The light was dim, but there was enough of it coming through the curtains that I could see I was alone in the bedroom.

“Andrew?” I called.

When he didn’t answer, I climbed out of bed. The chilled air hit my bare skin instantly. Looking around, I saw my sweater from the night before. Tugging it on, I padded out into the hallway and to the top of the stairs.

There, his voice wafted up from somewhere in the living room or kitchen. The words were muffled, so I couldn’t tell what he was saying. Judging from the lack of anyone else responding, he was on the phone.

At least his tone of voice didn’t sound particularly angry or sad.

A memory from the night before came back to me, and I smiled to myself. For sure, my favorite place to be in the whole world was Andrew’s arms. I hoped that the night we’d had made his soul feel at least a tad bit lighter. If not, then perhaps seeing Raven wo